Eating has ramped up since we arrived in our next stop: Tuscany. Do you blame us? A typical eating cycle for Lynnie and I has been cookies for breakfast, pasta twice a day (with bread for scarpetta), an aperitivo squeezed in between the pasta and home made cakes for dessert. It’s excessive. It’s awesome. And apparently it’s not going to make us fat because ALL the Tuscan women I’ve seen are unusually lean. But if our pancias (italian for protruding paunch, a.k.a. belly) do decide to take things to another level, we’re tracked down a book that can help.
It’s no secret that I love to eat. One of my favourite things about travelling is getting the chance to sample another country’s cuisine. Istanbul has not disappointed me. Turkish fare has a reputation for being irresistible, but one must see it (and smell it and taste it) to believe it.
I’ve sampled everything from back-alley street food to a full mezze dinner at an upper-end restaurant. I honestly haven’t tried anything I haven’t liked yet. Though I did see Sheep Lung Kebap on a menu but was too grossed out to try it. Here is a photo spread of the delicacies to date:

One of my first meals in Istanbul. These boats moor right next to the Galata bridge and serve fresh fried fish sandwiches.

Dried fruit and nuts at the market.

The sample tray for a typical mezze dinner. Small portions similar to tapas and served with raki.
